Is fair when one person dies and another is born?
Is it fair that you can hate some one so much that you start to,
Love them?
There is no such thing as fair.
If fair was real,
People could smile without being sad.
Laugh without wanting to cry.
Fix themselves without just wanting to break.
So fair is nothing.
Nothing is fair.
Anything could be anyone.
Anyone can be anything.
But not fair.
Fairness?
No such thing.
I hate everything about him.
Everything.
Yet, I love him.
Is that fair?
No.
Is it fair that he left me?
Fair that I had to go and look for him?
Almost die just to bring his stupid ass back.
And I still hate everything about him.
And I still love him.
Is that fair?
I hope not.
Now I see him everyday.
Everyday I am forced to remember.
How much I hate him
How much I love him.
And how I can’t have him
It would never work.
And I am reminded of that everyday.
Is that fair?
No.
So nothing is fair.
Fair is nothing.
There is no such thing as
Fair.
Is it fair that I am hated?
That they hate me for something I didn’t do?
Something I have no control over?
That I am shunned?
Hated?
Feared?
Is that fair?
Is it fair that both of my parents died?
That they were killed by this thing?
This thing that is inside me.
That everyone hates.
Is that fair?
No.
Because there is no such thing.
No such thing as fair.
No such thing.
Fair.
Yeah right.